Victoria: Oh God... my baby... my sweet Clara!
Victoria burst into heavy, joyful tears, pulling Daisy into a tight, desperate embrace. Daisy froze for a second, unaccustomed to real affection, before wrapping her thin arms around Victoria's back, burring her face in the soft cashmere coat.
Police Officer: Martha Vance, you are officially under arrest for aggravated kidnapping, child endangerment, and illegal labor exploitation.
Martha: You can't do this! I saved her! I took her in when her nanny left her in the park!
Victoria: What did you just say? The nanny?
Victoria pulled back from the hug, her eyes wide with sudden realization as she stared at the handcuffed woman.
Victoria: My former house manager, Eleanor... she was the one who reported Clara missing from the park fifteen years ago!
Martha: I didn't steal her from your house! Eleanor sold her to me for ten thousand dollars because she owed gambling debts!
Marcus: Mrs. Sterling... Eleanor is currently serving on the board of trustees for your charity foundation inside the gala right now.
Victoria: What? Eleanor is inside that building right now?
Martha: She took your money back then, and she's been taking your charity foundation money ever since! Ask her yourself!
Victoria: Marcus, get the police chief. We are walking into that gala immediately.
Daisy: Mom... are you sure? There are hundreds of people in there.
Victoria: You just called me Mom... oh, my heart. Yes, Clara, I am completely sure. It's time to clean out every serpent in our life.
Police Officer: We'll bring Martha along in custody to face Eleanor directly in front of the board.
Victoria: Perfect. Let's show the high society of this city what real justice looks like.
Victoria held Daisy's hand tightly, leading her away from the dark driveway and up the grand marble stairs of the country club. The massive double doors were pushed open by security guards, revealing a dazzling ballroom filled with crystal chandeliers, women in designer gowns, and men in sharp tuxedos.
At the front podium stood Eleanor, a woman in her late fifties wearing a glittering diamond necklace, holding a microphone as she spoke to the wealthy donors.
Eleanor: ...And so, as we celebrate fifteen years of the Clara Sterling Memorial Foundation, we honor the memory of the little girl we lost so tragically...
Victoria: Stop talking, Eleanor! Stop lying to these people!
The entire ballroom fell dead silent as Victoria's voice echoed off the high ceilings. Every head turned toward the entrance, where Victoria stood beside a poorly dressed flower girl and three armed police officers holding Martha in handcuffs.